#ic open.

seated upon the soft grass, muted lips sighed whilst bared back leaned towards the support offered by a large tree. lashes fluttered and closed, fingers loosely coiled upon her empty lap. she intended to rest there, beneath the shade, until her weakened leg’s strength returned. the mage felt no need to summon her ever-faithful companion and divine instrument, etwahl, to aid her... rather, she preferred to simply enjoy the breeze of a warm sunny day, out within the wild fields and forests, in peace.

   记得我 ;;     “I suppose some things just don’t change.” He sighed and                         his arm extended, fingers reaching up to scratch at his                         hairline idly as he admired the friendly clashing of two                         different weapons from a distance; a silent observation.

...Um...So if anyone asks.... I have no idea how that claw mark ended up in the table...

        戰士━  The warrior's body worked, each individual limb moved fluidly as if each motion was linked. Everything was pre-planned; every thrust forward, the bending of his knees forcing the warrior into a deep lunge, as well as each heavy swing of his axes. Despite the lack of an opponent's presence, Zhang Liao hammered each and every swing through the air and pushed his body until it screamed for him to yield. Even then, he worked through the elements to strengthen his mind and spirits both. He could not, would not be caught unawares, not when there was so much at stake. He had to continually train his body and prepare for the hardships ahead. The warrior's path was unending, and it never did cease--even in death. 

      "Perhaps if it obscured more than it currently does..."

      "How long has it been?"